Joey Lott

"Don't assume. Question. Look for yourself."

Joey Lott is a fresh and well-respected voice, and he has been described as "a real treasure".

He draws upon his own experiences and struggles, writing with a touch of authenticity and sincerity that is rare. He also draws upon a wealth of experience communicating with tens of thousands of people by phone and email to understand the struggles of others.

Lott lives in New Mexico, USA on a small homestead with his partner and children.

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Recently somebody wrote a comment on one of my blog posts stating:
It’s good to have a bit of a break from the tyranny of thought, but be honest, all activity in life triggers thought as a function so the depressing rumination will always win in the end – the best remedy is money as any non dual teacher will admit, because then you have more time to sit around ‘ being what you are’ or whatever
When I read this, I felt sad. Here’s why: I was incredibly desperate for a long, lon

Here’s the recording of the public meeting from April 13. I published it on YouTube, so for those who have trouble understanding spoken English, you can turn on the closed captioning and you’ll get the auto-generated transcript, which will allow you to read it rather than listen.

Humans are capable of a tremendous range of experience.
But when I say “experience”, what am I really talking about?
It’s a lot of sensation, isn’t it? And the sensations can have a huge range of qualities and intensities and so forth.
Calm, energetic, big, small, contracted, expansive, stable, unstable, etc.
If you just feel into your experience, isn’t it true that what we’re talking about is just a lot of sensation, and that sensation has a vas

During the winter of 2008-2009, I was waiting. Desperately waiting.
I sat in my unfurnished apartment in southern Vermont – literally sat on the bare wooden floorboards – waiting for enlightenment to strike me.
I read Tony Parsons books and Bob Adamson books and Nisargadatta transcripts.
And I tried to make my mind blank. I tried so conjure what I imagined I had understood all these people to be talking about.
I was desperate because I didn’t feel that I could

Let’s say – for the sake of argument – that what you want is spiritual enlightenment.
It sounds promising. The answer to all your problems. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want that?
Great. So we’ve established that you’re sane. You want the answer to all your problems.
Now, at first, you’re all gung ho. You’re going to get this enlightenment thing. You’re going to give it your all. You read lots of books. You start meditating. You go to a teacher who gives you a

I’ve been struggling with finding the right words to express something that is in my heart and on my mind. I’ve written and re-written and thrown away many drafts of blog posts in an attempt to communicate this something.
And finally, I realized, I need to simply write it plain and simple. As plain and simple as possible.
Life is not easy. It’s painful. It’s tragic. And if you’re even the least bit willing – hell, even if you’re not willing – it will break your heart.

Picture this: It was 2012. Sarah and I had one baby and another on the way.
I was eating no more than a cup of dried, toasted oats per day because I couldn’t seem to eat anything else or any more than that.
I drank almost no water because drinking water made me feel worse. And I still had to get up to pee eight times each night.
I was exhausted. I wanted to do some chi gung standing meditation, but I didn’t have the strength to stand for more than a few minutes.
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I’ve been working on a new blog post, but it wasn’t quite right.
I’ve got so much I want to communicate right now, and it is sort of the inverse of trying to drink from the fire hose: so much wants to come out, but translating it into digestible word forms can be challenging.
Then I wrote an email to my friend, Luis, and it all became clear what I want to write in this post.
My grandma – my dad’s mom – recently died. She was a powerful person. Her spirit dominated

I am made of magic.
As are you.
We are magical beings.
The dominant story in the mainstream culture is a story of deadness.
“Things are inert. They are made of smaller inert things. And inside those smaller inert things there’s nothing. And it’s all dead. And when you die, that’s that. And we’ve very nearly understood everything there is to know. We’ve written it all down.”
No room for magic.
I was taught that magic is for weak-minded idiots. Fo